Cato hates Clove.
Strange to decide that now, when three years later he still has the mark when she stabbed him with a fork. But they are training partners, and spending hours upon hours with her is hell. She laughs when he misses with a knife, he snorts when she can't lift a weight. She snickers when he reveals that he can't swim, he mocks her when she tells him she's never lifted a sword.
"We're best friends!" She says, voice dripping with sarcasm when someone asks.
He knows she's joking, but.
"You're crazy!"